C63 Confirmation

Hera sat back down on her seat and began drumming her fingers on the table, eager to hear Raymond’s word.

“So? Go on Raymond.” She ordered.

Raymond crept to the seat that’s across from Hera’s and flopped on it, pinching the skin of his forehead.

“I thought everything went as planned that night until four years ago when I met her.” He began.

Hera’s eyes glued to his, rage evident on her face